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To one who has been long in city pent
To one who
has been long in city pent,
'Tis very sweet to look into the fair
And open face of heaven, - to breathe a prayer
Full in
the smile of the blue firmament.
Who is more
happy, when, with heart's content,
Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair
Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair
And gentle
tale of love and languishment?
Returning
home at evening, with an ear
Catching the notes of Philomel, - an eye
Watching
the sailing cloudlet's bright career,
He mourns that day so soon has glided by:
E'en like
the passage of an angel's tear
That falls through the clear ether silently.
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